“Yes; but guess what else I’ve done.”
“It’s no use to guess, you do so many things.”
“Bought a farm.”
“Bought a farm!”
“Yes, and paid for it! almost four hundred acres; all kinds of land. O, the prettiest harbor! and a pond, a brook, and the handsomest elm tree you ever saw. All kinds of land, and bears on it, John; only think, bears on it, and wolves. O, I forgot a little duck of an island, where the Indians made canoes.”
“Is there a great long point that crooks round like a horseshoe? and does the elm stand on a little tongue that the water runs almost round?”
“Just so.”
“O, I know; that’s a splendid place! I’ve been there many a time, frost-fishing. Cross-root Spring is there, a regular boiling spring; but I never was far from the beach. I didn’t know there was a pond.”
“Now, John, some time when we get through here, you, and I, and Fred will go and have a chowder there; go all over it, and have a good time.”
After this they spent Sundays together, and sat side by side at meeting.